Ensign Roop - Informal Conformal
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Donald Furrow-Scott
Sep 15, 2025, 5:49:27 PM (8 days ago) Sep 15
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((Engineering, Deck 04, USS Compass Rose))
Roop: Is it…someone’s quarters?
The Second shook his head in a negative but charming way. Roop was familiar with the animated antenna of many crustaceans, but something about Andorians’ thinking was on a different sensory level and way cooler.
Moving to look over Kel’s shoulder, Roop tried to see exactly where the scans were not showing data. The ‘why’ was still a mystery.
Kel: Could there be something there, an object that deflects our scans?
Roop: Aft, then. ::looking down at this triPADD:: Could be a Mess Hall or a Conference Room?
When the Second brought up larger scans from Rose internal systems, more sensor dead zones started appearing in parts of the ship.
oO That’s not natural. Something’s up. Oo
Kel: =/\= Kel to Syrex. Are you still headed for the bridge? =/\=
Syrex: =/\= Response =/\=
Kel: =/\= Be advised, the internal sensors are showing a space we can't scan in the conference room off the bridge. Could be nothing but use caution. I'm going to move to the outrigger to check some similar spots there.
Roop: Is it…someone’s quarters?
The Second shook his head in a negative but charming way. Roop was familiar with the animated antenna of many crustaceans, but something about Andorians’ thinking was on a different sensory level and way cooler.
Moving to look over Kel’s shoulder, Roop tried to see exactly where the scans were not showing data. The ‘why’ was still a mystery.
Kel: Could there be something there, an object that deflects our scans?
Roop: Aft, then. ::looking down at this triPADD:: Could be a Mess Hall or a Conference Room?
When the Second brought up larger scans from Rose internal systems, more sensor dead zones started appearing in parts of the ship.
oO That’s not natural. Something’s up. Oo
Kel: =/\= Kel to Syrex. Are you still headed for the bridge? =/\=
Pulling up his triPADD, Roop ran a scan of the decks above them. He looked up at the roof as if he were trying to be clairvoyant.
Syrex: =/\= Response =/\=
Kel: =/\= Be advised, the internal sensors are showing a space we can't scan in the conference room off the bridge. Could be nothing but use caution. I'm going to move to the outrigger to check some similar spots there.
Trying the Oli's scanners, Roop got the exact same non-readings as his triPADD and the Second.
Syrex: =/\= Response =/\=
V'Len closed the channel.
Kel: Mr. Nakada, stay here and monitor the Rose's systems. Contact us if anything changes. Mr. Roop, you're with me.
Roop: Aye, Sir. ::setting a security proximity alarm on the Oli and then patting Keneth on the back as he got up:: Good job, Mister Nakada. Tayo maté.
V'Len turned to head out of Engineering, and pointed to Roops triPADD.
Kel: Can that thing get us into the lower section?
Behind them, the Oli’s security alert chirps grew softer and further apart.
Roop: Yes, sir.
oO Bryy’s notes were for corvette and gunboat outriggers, not sensor-pallet science. OJT. Oo
((Port Conformal Diagonal Jefferies Tube down to Deck 7, USS Compass Rose))
Finding these particular Jefferies easier to navigate with his back to the ladder, Roop led the way, his triPADD on his lap now as he monkey-slide-climbed his way down.
Kel: So Mr. Roop. What made you decide to join Starfleet?
Roop: A lover.
Lights and air in the long tube climb were a refreshing change. It was apparent from his limb and body movements, energy, and speed that Roop had a distinctly curvilinear, animal-like aspect to his physical travel. The Pacifican hybrid had a flexible spine and mobile joints that would have been unusual for a typical human colonist.
Kel: Response
Roop: Another twenty meters. No, it was brief, and before my wife and I got together. She was a Starfleet Doctor, too. Recovering after the Battle of Astrofori.
oO The EPS and ODN beside us are hot. Good. They’re working. Oo
Kel: Response
Roop: Eight meters. Yeah, she pushed me hard to join. Went out of her way, I would say. ::his face flashing a reminiscent memory before his attention snapped back:: How about you, Sir? What made you join?
Kel: Response
Roop: Goodness. ::audibly breathing as if he were swimming:: The outrigger junction reads clear of life. Just how long have you been in Starfleet, Sir?
Kel: Response
Arriving at the Jefferies hatch, Roop swung the triPADD around and started to open the hatch.
Roop: We have a saying; it’s not the sea that makes sand, it’s the tides. You’ve been through a lot, yet you’re only a few years older than I. ::hatch opening::
Kel: Response
Inside the well-lit, sizable bay were all the myriad connections from the upper hull to the lower hull: neat, orderly, humming with energy.
There were also numerous goo piles of former Rose crew, along with broken furniture and makeshift tools.
Roop: What’tha? ::exiting cautiously, slinking, visibly alert for anything as if in danger:: Sir?
Kel: Response
[Tags / TBC]
===============================
Ensign Roop
HCO Officer assigned to Engineering & Lieutenant Tucker
USS Ronin NCC-34523
Captain Karrod Niac commanding
R240206OR1
Syrex: =/\= Response =/\=
V'Len closed the channel.
Kel: Mr. Nakada, stay here and monitor the Rose's systems. Contact us if anything changes. Mr. Roop, you're with me.
Roop: Aye, Sir. ::setting a security proximity alarm on the Oli and then patting Keneth on the back as he got up:: Good job, Mister Nakada. Tayo maté.
V'Len turned to head out of Engineering, and pointed to Roops triPADD.
Kel: Can that thing get us into the lower section?
Behind them, the Oli’s security alert chirps grew softer and further apart.
Roop: Yes, sir.
oO Bryy’s notes were for corvette and gunboat outriggers, not sensor-pallet science. OJT. Oo
((Port Conformal Diagonal Jefferies Tube down to Deck 7, USS Compass Rose))
Finding these particular Jefferies easier to navigate with his back to the ladder, Roop led the way, his triPADD on his lap now as he monkey-slide-climbed his way down.
Kel: So Mr. Roop. What made you decide to join Starfleet?
Roop: A lover.
Lights and air in the long tube climb were a refreshing change. It was apparent from his limb and body movements, energy, and speed that Roop had a distinctly curvilinear, animal-like aspect to his physical travel. The Pacifican hybrid had a flexible spine and mobile joints that would have been unusual for a typical human colonist.
Kel: Response
Roop: Another twenty meters. No, it was brief, and before my wife and I got together. She was a Starfleet Doctor, too. Recovering after the Battle of Astrofori.
oO The EPS and ODN beside us are hot. Good. They’re working. Oo
Kel: Response
Roop: Eight meters. Yeah, she pushed me hard to join. Went out of her way, I would say. ::his face flashing a reminiscent memory before his attention snapped back:: How about you, Sir? What made you join?
Kel: Response
Roop: Goodness. ::audibly breathing as if he were swimming:: The outrigger junction reads clear of life. Just how long have you been in Starfleet, Sir?
Kel: Response
Arriving at the Jefferies hatch, Roop swung the triPADD around and started to open the hatch.
Roop: We have a saying; it’s not the sea that makes sand, it’s the tides. You’ve been through a lot, yet you’re only a few years older than I. ::hatch opening::
Kel: Response
Inside the well-lit, sizable bay were all the myriad connections from the upper hull to the lower hull: neat, orderly, humming with energy.
There were also numerous goo piles of former Rose crew, along with broken furniture and makeshift tools.
Roop: What’tha? ::exiting cautiously, slinking, visibly alert for anything as if in danger:: Sir?
Kel: Response
[Tags / TBC]
===============================
Ensign Roop
HCO Officer assigned to Engineering & Lieutenant Tucker
USS Ronin NCC-34523
Captain Karrod Niac commanding
R240206OR1
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